The Reckless Man Started by Breaking Through Shawshank

Wu Xingzhi threw it away and fell to the ground with a click.

Qian Jianling trotted over quickly, picked up the video tape and carefully checked it: "Wu... Mr. Wu, although you paid, please don't mess with other things in the house except me.. …”

"This, this is a precious gift from a friend to me!"

"What movie, is it good?" Wu Xingzhi was free at this time, but he didn't mind chatting a little.

"I don't know..." Asami put down the video tape carefully before whispering, "I've seen it, it's just some weird clips, maybe she bought the wrong video tape when she was picking out gifts. "

"Oh."

Wu Xingzhi nodded, and for some reason he lost interest. He was not a talkative person. In Xinyang City, Wang Yuyan seemed to be looking for topics for a long time.

Now that I think about it, it's a bit of an afterthought.

"So, where is my room?"

Wu Xingzhi stood up, Qian Jianling took a step back and his body trembled.

"Okay... can I not go to the room?"

"How can I sleep without going to the room? Sleeping on the sofa?" Wu Xingzhi frowned.

"Sofa..." Asami hesitated for a moment: "Sofa is better than a room."

"..."

I gave so much money just to sleep on the sofa?

Wu Xingzhi simply ignored him, looked around, and walked down the stairs to the second floor.

"Wait a minute!" Asa Jianling hurriedly followed and shouted eagerly:

"No! It can't be up there!"

Chapter 6 Small things are so chic

The stairs are L-shaped. Wu Xingzhi saw the layout of the second floor after turning a corner. The first thing he saw was a small living room. It was said to be a living room. In fact, it was more like a space set aside to make the door of the room less crowded.

After counting, there are a total of two doors. With the area of ​​this one-family building, there are indeed only two bedrooms left on the second floor.

There is not much furniture in the small living room, but there is a spiritual platform on the opposite wall with two black and white photos on it.

One male and one female.

Glancing at Qian Jianling, who hurried to catch up, was out of breath, Wu Xingzhi understood.

"Both of my parents still have a house, so it's no wonder that the system can be selected as the mission target."

Qian Jianling was a little overwhelmed, and in three or two steps crossed Wu Xingzhi's body and blocked in front of the Lingtai.

"You...don't go in front of my parents—"

"And the attic?" Wu Xingzhi interrupted her, looked up and saw that there was a small wooden door above his head. It was half-opened at this time. You could see some paper seals beside the door. Time has been torn apart.

Looking at the shape of the seal, it seems that the person who tore the seal was not in a stable mood at the time. After all, on top of this kind of head, a normal person would not tear it so sloppily.

Qian Jianling saw that the other party seemed to have no intention of attacking, and his heart was a little more settled. He looked up, and his face showed a trace of confusion.

"Attic? I remember it was always sealed?"

She frowned slightly, as if thinking of something, and murmured: "Did they actually break in? Damn!"

Then Qian Jianling clenched his fists unconsciously, his tone became cold, with inexplicable anger: "It has nothing to do with you! Do what you want to do quickly, don't waste your time."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and stood there like a stiff log.

"..."

ill.

Wu Xingzhi didn't bother to bother with a little girl, he pushed open the door next to him, it was a neatly tidy bedroom, not much furniture, a bed, a wooden table, a wardrobe, a small bookshelf, and the bookshelves were full of piles. books.

There was a faint indescribable aroma in the air.

The environment is OK, barely able to live.

Wu Xingzhi strode in and closed the door.

click.

Hearing the door closing, Asami opened his eyes.

There was silence all around.

That's it?

Asami was stunned for a while, standing in front of the door, hesitating for a long time.

"this is my room--"

In the end, she still didn't dare to say these words. Maybe the other party suddenly found a trace of conscience, and she was working hard to suppress her animal desires. It was good luck to be able to escape by luck, and it would be better not to provoke it.

She thought about it and pushed open the other door.

For Wu Xingzhi's hearing, the movement in this house could not escape his ears, and he could naturally hear the girl's actions.

He didn't try to escape, he seemed to be honest.

I hope that the next seven days can be spent in such a peaceful way.

Wu Xingzhi closed his eyes, there was a faint aroma on the quilt, and it smelled quite reassuring. After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes suddenly.

There was a sound of wood rubbing from outside the door, and it seemed that the wooden door of the attic was pushed open.

Wu Xingzhi frowned.

"In the middle of the night, Japanese high school girls are so energetic? Don't you need to sleep?"

The movement did not stop, and a strange sound came from outside the door.

It's a bit like the breath rubbing the voice, but the air leaks, leaving only the unpleasant gurgling sound, which continues, and sounds very strange.

Then there was the sound of fingernails scratching the wooden door, one after another, which was very clear in the silent night.

"Do you want to scare me away in this way? It's really a trick that high school students can come up with."

Wu Xingzhi laughed a little in his heart. Just as he was about to get up and drive away the other party, the voice suddenly approached.

It was no longer a dull sound through the wooden door, but more clearly, as if standing in the room.

"Ok?"

Wu Xingzhi was confident in his hearing ability, and did not hear any sound of opening the door at all.

He stood up straight, the night was very dark, and there was only a faint light from the window in the room, but it was enough for Wu Xingzhi's eyesight.

It was empty, there was nothing, and even that voice suddenly disappeared.

"interesting."

It can't be a hallucination, and it can't be wrong.

Wu Xingzhi climbed down from the bed, walked to the door, and opened the door without hesitation.

The small living room was empty, except for the black-and-white portrait on the spiritual platform, which looked a little gloomy in the middle of the night.

He looked at the door, and there were indeed a few scratches, bloody, as if his fingernails had been scratched, but he still scratched with all his might.

The giggle sounded again, but this time, it was close to his ear, and Wu Xingzhi could even feel the cold breath coming from behind his ear.

There was a coolness on his shoulders, and a pale hand rested on it.

He turned his head sharply, a face in front of him.

The long black hair was messy, glued into strands by blood, and it was wet against the pale face. There was no white in the eyes, only the overflowing blood. The black pupils were full of resentment, and Wu Xingzhi's eyes were opposite.

really.

This thing, if you guessed correctly.

Must be a ghost, right?

Wu Xingzhi was expressionless.

I just said, how could a one-star world be simple.

Survive seven days?The word survival is long overdue.

Seeing that Wu Xingzhi didn't react to that face, he leaned forward slightly, opened his mouth, his mouth was full of blood, and a stench came.

"..."

A hand grabbed the blood-stained hair.

"Your bad breath is a bit serious."

Wu Xingzhi said coldly, and the fist of the sandbag directly landed on the opponent's face with the sound of breaking the air.

puff--

The fist penetrated into the opponent's cheek, and Wu Xingzhi frowned.

It didn't have the familiar feeling of hitting the skull, it just felt as if it had hit a ball of jelly.

He pulled out his fist, only to see that the other's face was sunken in a large piece, the nose was not the nose, and the eyes were not the eyes.

But the hand was still on his shoulder, and he began to exert force slowly.

A slight pain came.

The opponent seemed to ignore his defense and was slowly digging into his own flesh.

"Humph--"

Wu Xingzhi grabbed the opponent's hair and smashed it out like he was throwing garbage.

Looking at the shoulder, there is a blue-black paw print.

"The power of the supernatural side?"

Wu Xingzhi grinned.

"That's a little troublesome."